My World of Images

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Monday, June 18, 2012

Rule number one: never leave the house without a camera. I'm not the greatest at following this rule, but I am getting better. Saturday, I decided to do a little shopping. I was just going to Target to pick up a few things, but the little voice in my head said, grab a camera Kirsten. You never know what you might find out there. I felt a little silly, but I grabbed it on my way out nonetheless. On my drive home, while stuck waiting on a train, I happened to see a sign for a free antique car, and airshow. I had just picked up a bunch of expired Fuji Velvia 100F film, and was eager to see what it might do. Soooo, I followed the sign out to the Academy of Model Aeronautics and shot around for a bit. These aren't great, but I had fun, thanks to the little voice reminding me to follow rule number one.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

I have FINALLY gotten around to getting that damaged roll of film developed. After loading it into a new canister to be taken to the lab, I was certain that nothing was going to come out. The black paper taped to the outside of the clear canister the lab tech put it into months ago just didn't seem light tight enough, but it was! I was pleasantly surprised to receive these little gems. Now if I could only remember what I soaked them in to do this kind of damage!

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Yes, I am alive. No, I was not abducted by renegade squirrels; though I'm sure I might have gotten some good pictures if I had been. My cameras have been sitting untouched, gathering dust in anticipation of my return to normalcy. This past weekend I finally got in some shutter-time. These are a couple of shots from a toy camera, (Action Sampler) I picked up a few moths ago. This was my first time playing around with the new little gadget. I think this camera may be a keeper this summer.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

This last Sunday was the anti-photo day of all days. A friend and I went driving/walking all about in search of a few nice shots. What we found were strong winds, nasty sun glare, and angry geese. Okay, the geese weren't angry until we got too close to a heavily protected nest. The real mother goose is nothing like the one we learned about during story-circle in kindergarten. We were squawked at and chased up a muddy hill before I got off a single shot.

When we finally gave up and decided to head to the photo lab, I was feeling a little disappointed in our excursion, but was excited about a roll of damaged film I had been shooting on. This buoyed me through the wait for my prints. As my friend and I approached the counter to pick up our prints, we heard the film tech equivalent of the blue screen of death, "I'm sorry, but...". Apparently, my damaged film had not dried sufficiently enough to be sent through the developer. My roll was returned to me in a plastic film canister, wrapped in black paper. I am still not quite sure why they completely removed the film from its metal canister if they weren't going to develop it. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure that the black paper around the plastic canister is not light-tight. Sometime this week, I'll roll it into a new metal canister and hope that the entire roll is not destroyed.

So, after all of that, here are a couple of salvaged shots from the day.